Night of the Wulfman

The moon is full on this gloomy night,
Not a single star fills the blackened sky.
A blanket of clouds blot out the sky,
And I see his body rise.
He walks slowly forward,
Swaying from side to side,
Enchanted by the golden moon, he rise
His arms up to the sky,
And yells like a dying man.
Twitching from side to side,
His skin begins to churn,
Boiling like a pot of stew.
He changes,
Now in human in size.
His hands are clawed and gnarled,
His back humped and covered with hair,
His face stretched; now bears a wulfish snout.
He looks at me with yellow moon eyes,
Howls.
And disappears into the foggy night
Of the full moon.